Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It
was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and
peace.

But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for
himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the
kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed
at hand...

...a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding
the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land
light.

This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the
Hero of Time. The boy's tale was passed down through generations until
it became legend... But then, a day came when a fell wind began to blow
across the kingdom. The great evil that all thought had been forever
sealed away by the hero once again crept forth from the depths of the
earth, eager to resume its dark designs.

The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save
them... But the hero did not appear. Faced by an onslaught of evil, the
people could do nothing but appeal to the Gods. In their last hour, as
doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of fate.

What became of that kingdom? None remain who know.

The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the
wind's breath. On a certain island, it became customary to garb boys in
green when they came of age. Clothed in the green of fields, they
aspired to find heroic blades and cast down evil. The elders wished only
for the youths to know courage like the hero of legend.